Materialism Can Kiss My Ass: (a long poem dictated to the editors of Dispatches by the spirit of Robert Duncan, transcribed on May 22, 2017, between 1:31 and 11:59 PM, CST.)

“The measure all used his time congealed labour in which abstractions things keep no resemblance goods created integrated all hues hi their natural use to one in one’s neighbour so that where there so that words are things words they could say life is like night is like us when we meet our mentors use hardly enters into their exchanges bought to be sold things are value arranges we sleep people who made us as a right is site is quick to choose us as frequenters but see our centres do not show the changes of human labour hours value strangers. Okay.”